The first one doesn't scan too well. I am, however all in favour of dirty limericks. look, i just wrote more!

What kind of haiku is this?

Very powerful, very moving.

Tintagiles, you had me all along. the words were very much your own, as was the joy and the longing. then...the last line...everything collapsed. you cheapened your passion for this beautiful woman, by making it a thing that had been done so many times before, recalling the reader to something almost cliche. now, i understand you meant to say something like, as beautiful as music heard in a golden age, or maybe, played on harps unstrung, or some other reference to something magical and untouchable... maybe it's just me, the whole of it is beautiful, until the very last line, where you use an oft-repeated device, and one that is not truly your own voice.

Not my thing, I am afraid. Also the way it is constructed, you are suggesting the horse wears only chastity. I take it you meant Lady Godiva. Was she supposed to be chaste? Moreover I am puzzled by Peeping Tom. Peeping Tom got his name for looking through keyholes and places where he shouldn't. Why should he lose his eyes, looking at a naked woman on a horse, who intended herself to be seen by everyone? Perhaps there is some cleverness or an historical reference I am missing here. Sorry to be so negative.

obviously, you had either been served quite a few when you wrote this, or were so deranged from want of drink, that this was like a DT revelation for you. funny story, but what did you learn from the experience? except, of course, how to go both ways? snoggity snog snog.

a shab-ass one, that's what kind. boo-urns!

You are a sick sick sick little girl. On the other hand, as we all know, that's why I loves you. I don't think this is my favourite set, but lovely nonetheless. (Well... lovely... you know what I mean.)

there once? yeah that's original same old style same old thing.

i was hoping the second one would payoff, but the third was the proof in the pudding. Zombie pudding.

Wow, Cadacus. I don't know whether I feel strong enough to enter this bloody fray of comment that your poem has thus far inspired, but I promised you so I will. Your poem contains some lovely images. I am sure even P&K will agree that "I am the bastatd son of the lion and the scarecrow" is an arresting image and memorable phrase. I am slightly inclined though towards the opinion of those who say that the poem needs to be revised and reworked. It is a draft that really can be improved to make the whole piece more memorable and arresting. I hope that in the light of some of the criticism you have received you are not unduly offended. I have been revising a few of my efforts on and off for years to get closer to a distant perfection. There is no shame in rewriting. I will report on others of yours later.

Some of the lines are so good that the weaker ones jump out in pale comaprison. To be specific "burnt into my mind" is so familiar a phrase that in the context of this sublime declaration of love, it brings the reader (me at any rate) down to earth with a thud.Nearly there. How fortunate to be so talented.

This is superb.I have just a few tiny quarrels with some of the sentences but even so it is quite outstanding. Congratulations. Do you have a publisher? If not, can I submit it to an editor friend for consideration?

"Like a halo from a forgotten painting" yeah that's rare, how was the painting forgotten when there's more halo'd renaissance paintings than b movies out there. Your style would be stronger if you just made it a sonnet since it has fourteen lines and a rhyme scheme almost already. the title is the best aspect since it's accurate, but the poem seems stale in comparisson to some of your others, like lord byron before he was lord. Someone said you were the best poet on this sight yesterday? I do not believe there is such a thing on this sight and it would be redundant to think in those terms as a poet anyway, because i obviously know you do not think that. I can tell by your writing. You are talented though and a fine poet. 7.

Yes, this was a swell read. A bit long (but a great outline). Some really choice and vibrant lines (hornets honey is a fine staple). hub a bub bub two sheep in as tub bub. have a 9. because it's been done like this before.

nit witty, but succinct. bravo.

my favorite part was when his homies just laughed, and when they stole his spleen, but since you already have a lovely zero. let like attract like, and carry you to the worst list.

The first stanza is good. The others are kind of blah. Ghost in the machine was an awful movie.

no amount of hottie big-booty fly girls can save this piece of shoe-scraping.

Awesome.9